Your Yoke Is Easy

Lord I’m standing in a crowd 

I know at any moment you can draw me out

The minute the guards call my name 

I am to be united with you in a bloody embrace

But Lord how will that cross feel when it hits my back 

The feeling of my bare feet hitting my seemingly predestined track

You say your yoke is easy and your burden light 

But is that just your comparison based on your might

I can feel you walking next to me ready to shoulder the weight

But what is the point if I am going to wait and see how much pressure my bones can take 

You whisper to me that this is not my cross to bear 

But I can’t hear you over the sound of my lungs gasping for air 

Why would you want to help me, when I have disobeyed you which is the highest treason

But you look at me and say “Daughter, the last thing I need to love you is a reason”

The weight of this cross brings me to knees 

But what I didn’t expect to hear from you was your heart wrenching pleas 

“Let me carry this with you, child console my heart”

“Don’t let the weight of this push us further and further apart”

I lean into you allowing you to shoulder the weight 

Who would have thought in that there could be so much strength. 

I now feel like a toddler taking their very first steps

I am still learning to walk with you through these new depths 

My cross is still there and it’s splinters still press and poke 

But Lord how grateful I am for this easy yoke